"How do you want me to fuck your arse, love? Like this, or do you want to be on your front?"
"Side," she managed to whisper. "Mirror."
He chuckled. "Like the first time?"
"Yessir."
When he pulled out of her, she made a noise of protest at the emptiness; he kissed her into silence.
Lucifer rolled to his side, pulling her back to his chest.
She felt toasty warm, and he made sure she was comfortable before summoning the mirror.
Rolling over to the table, he found the lube.
One hand guided her upper leg toward her chest, and he exposed her dark crevice to the light then sank down to observe.
Her hole hone with her leaking juices, and his tongue couldn't help but lick her clean.
The nonsensical babbling began again.
Her hips arched and rolled the more he licked—a fidgety dance of excitement.
When he slipped up inside her, she shouted into the pillow.
No more words, just guttural moans and whines, "Meow...."
Lucifer used the lube to slick her passage.
She kept trying to ride his finger, and he couldn't wipe the smile from his face.
Her usually desperate cries and begging were all slurred to syrup.
He greased his cock with lube and touched the tip to her entrance. "Are you ready, pet?"
"Yessssss." Her head swam with need.
Using gentle pressure, he pushed inside.
There was a second of tension, and then she moaned as he sank steadily deeper.
The heat surrounding him was stifling.
"Oh my god, Luc'fer" she panted.
He snaked his hand round to her breast, tweaking her nipple. "Do you like that, pet?"
"Y-e-e-es," the word skipped out of her on a whimper.
Even the feel of being impaled was softened by the potion.
He pressed his chest into her back, brushing her hair out of his face. "You feel like warm caramel around my cock," he rumbled in her ear.
Hermione shivered. Words failed her, so she just held onto his arm.
"Watch the mirror, pet. Look how sexy you are."
Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her in the reflection, his black eyes all she could see.
Lucifer's hand trailed down to her clit, and he lightly grazed it back and forth.
"You're so beautiful, love. Are you going to come while I'm fucking your arse?"
She nodded.
His lips curled into a half-smile. "Can't you tell me?"
Her mouth opened, but it took a few seconds before any sound came out.
A croak of pleasure was all she could manage.
"Hermione Granger speechless," he teased. "I'll make note for the record books."
"Luc'e," she breathed.
"Mmm. There's my good girl."
The sensations were unrelenting. Overwhelming.
He studied her in the mirror, beetle black eyes locked on her face.
His cock felt adamantine, filling her past capacity.
One of his fingers slipped to her vagina and teased her entrance as his thumb stroked her clit.
The tickle at her pussy was unbearable, the internal pressure squashing her.
"That's it, pet. Just relax. Breathe."
Her next inhale was cool relief.
The dense head of his cock hit her so deeply she saw stars. "Unh!"
Lucifer kissed the side of her face, trailing back to her ear.
"Come for me, Hermione. I can't hold off much longer." He could, but he'd say whatever she needed to hear.
"I love fucking your arse, love. Nothing feels this good."
She smiled.
His voice was everywhere, reverberating down her spine and wrapping her pussy in vocal honey.
Her fingers clasped around his forearm.
She could feel the hard flex of tendons bulging and flattening as he toyed with her pussy.
"Yes, love. Hold on to me. Don't let go till you're coming around my cock. Use your nails. Mark me."
Hermione didn't want to hurt him.
He didn't need any more scars.
But she curled her fingers so her nails would leave half-moon anchor points.
Lucifer smirked into her neck. He couldn't tell if she was weak from the potion or if she was avoiding his request.
"Go on, love," he whispered. "Scratch me. I'll think of you every time I feel it . . . think about being here with you in our bed, my cock buried in your tight little arse."
"Tell me you care about me," she slurred in a hushed voice.
He lost a stroke on that. She always wanted it dirty.
He started a faster pace while he decided what to say.
It was impossible to see in her head from behind; he didn't know if she was just scared or if she needed reassurance for some particular reason.
"You are the only girl I think about—the only thing I care about." He realized as he said it, it was true.
Not else much seemed important.
"Wanna stay . . with you . . . forever," she panted.
He knew that was the potion talking, but he felt an uncomfortable warmth in his belly at her words.
'Forever is a long time, girl....'
He wouldn't argue with her while she was high; that was a fool's conversation.
"Thank you, pet. You're too sweet for an old blowhard like me."
"Not old," she muttered.
He breathed a chuckle into her warm skin. "But still a blowhard?"
"No."
"No?"
"No," she repeated.
"I need to start drugging the whole school. I'll be everyone's favorite by the end of the week."
She grinned. "Luc'fer?"
"Yes, my sweet little lioness?" he whispered into her neck.
"I'm close. Please."
"Tell me what you need," he breathed in her ear, keeping a steady pulse on her clit with one finger.
"Don'stop. Tell me . . . what you like . . . what you want."
"What I like? Oh, pet, where should I begin?"
"D'you fantasize abou' me?"
"Constantly."
"Tell me. Please."
It was difficult to think and fuck.
The overbearing tightness of her bum was strangling his brain. "In class, I repeatedly have the urge to bend you over my desk—show everyone how wet your knickers are. How I'm the only one who can smell you is beyond comprehension. Because of sitting at the same desk, my dick is always twitching. Olfactory recognition."
Hermione couldn't stop the dopey grin from sliding over her face. "I've dreamt that."
"Being displayed for our classmates?"
"You spanked me. Caned me. Then ate me."
Lucifer smiled. "That's what naughty girls get. How did it make you feel?"
"Embar'ssed. Wet."
She flowed like a river, clearly on the edge of the climax.
Lucifer slid his middle finger inside and focused on her clit. "I'd like to show everyone your juicy, pink pussy. Let them see how much wetter it gets as soon as I touch your arse. The way you twitch and moan and spread your legs when I spank you. Would you beg for it in front of an audience, pet?"
"Unh!" She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
"I'd leave you pleading for my cock. Where would you tell everyone you wanted it? Would you be too embarrassed to admit how desperately you needed a thorough buggering? Or would you proclaim your desires for all to hear, tell anyone who would listen who makes you come night after night?"
"Lucifer!" The tension peaked.
Her muscles clamped hard around him as her clit radiated, turning her whole body into orgasmic convulsions.
'Right first time.' He couldn't hold out any longer and didn't need to.
His seed spilled deep in her rectum, leaving his presence in every nook of her body.
He was drained, his balls just dry husks of their former selves.
Lucifer stayed inside her as she trembled with aftershocks, holding her tight to keep her warm.
"Oh my God," she whispered after a few breathless minutes.
"He won't come down to save you from me," he muttered into her hair.
Covering the hand at her breast with her own, Hermione closed her eyes and let the encroaching drift take over her brain.
There was a gentle rocking to the bed (or the room, she couldn't be certain), which reminded her of being out to sea, waves lapping at the boat.
It was rhythmic and soothing.
Lucifer's breathing kept blowing her hair like the ocean breeze.
"Are you ready to go to sleep, love?"
"No."
"Don't be petulant. I want you to get plenty of rest tonight."
"Are you going to sleep?"
"It's not even 11:00." Her areola felt silky under his finger as he circled it.
"I want to be with you."
Lucifer wanted to argue that she'd still be with him whether she was asleep or awake but decided against it.
It wouldn't do any harm to let her stay up with him for a bit. "Very well. How are you doing?"
"Quite well, thank you."
He chuckled. "I wasn't asking to be polite. I need to know how you feel."
"Oh. V'ry…floaty. Open."
"Groggy?"
"No. Kinda spacey."
He could have guessed that by the lilt in her voice. "Do you need anything?"
Hermione opened her eyes and watched him in the mirror.
He was staring at her neck, playing with a strand of her hair.
'See? You are nice'.
"Jus' stay inside me, okay?"
Lucifer hadn't considered any alternative.
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